A TIMELESS DANCE
(Lampton Cliff) It is the kind of day that induces a meditative calm. A thick sky, shades of blue-gray with a matching sea. A mild surf works its perpetual beat and time is lulled away by the rhythm. Our moment to observe is a brief interlude in the never ending wash of sea against rock.
The setting is primordial, etched with the power of changing ages, levels of the sea, tidal power and earth shifts.
We can only watch, content with our place, thrilled by each wave.
They are like snow flakes, no two are the same and part of an eternal pattern.
They utter the sound of the earth
the sea is the song of this planet.
It is the sculptor our shore
A metronome to the seasons
The chiseler of rock
and the mother magnet of all water flow, even trickles.
The brief interlude takes us
into cosmic time, beyond our own. It was before
and will be after.
A timeless dance and eventually
Lana is probably the most resourceful person I know. Her late mother was her mentor. She finds purposes for what would be otherwise discarded material for projects, art and gardening. Case in point:
The shelves were given to her by another artist who found them discarded behind a shop. Now they are at work again in the potting niche along a garden wall beside the house.
Lana says the work space is "hodgepodge." It is functional, utilitarian and recycles. She says artists and gardeners are natural recyclers. Indeed she and her group of artists and craftswomen, the Instigators, often do projects individually that make use of what could be or has been cast away.
It requires another kind of creativity and it represents a healthy ethos.
See you down the trail.